Blaine Anderson

I read the name over and over; nothing about the name seemed to mean anything to me. It didn't seem like the bad guy type of name, but one thing I learned from this job was to not judge a person by their name. One time my subjects name was "Doofy Allens", turns out he was a full-time boxing coach and on top of that he could handle knives like a pro. Didn't see that coming. Of course when you have a gun, knives aren't always that handy.

He was not what I expected, but challenging? Not so much. Whoever this Blaine Anderson guy was, he would just be like all the rest, I was sure of it, and everybody comes out of their shell a bit when a gun is pointed at you to say the least. I brushed my fingers along my jaw absentmindedly while flipping to the next page. It gave a brief description of the subject, describing what he usually wears and where I could most likely find him. At the end of the file there was a couple pictures attached. I picked up the larger one and looked it over. He had darker skin, most likely from an Italian descent, but also had some Asian in him too. His eyes were golden with a hint of green.

I would be lying if I said he wasn't the most beautiful man I've ever seen, even though he did look a little like a miniature grandpa what with his suspenders and bow-tie. I still couldn't help but wonder what was underneath that striped shirt he had on. I immediately flipped to the front of his file, checking to see if they had listed his sexuality.

Not like it mattered to me if he was gay or not. I'm Kurt Hummel; I could make a straight guy drop to his knees in two seconds flat. Most people would say I'm being cocky. Yes that was pun. I may be heartless, but I'm not humorless. Turned out it did not list that much about his relationships or sexuality at that. I sighed and closed the file, fishing around for the other packet in which my new identity was in.

Name: Trent Macdonald

Age: 23

Bio: Trent Macdonald was 16 when his mother and father both died in a tragic car accident. Trent made it out alive but with many cuts and bruises. He lived with his grandparents until they died 3 years later. Trent inherited their house and access to their joined bank account. Trent graduated from McKinley High School and is now working at the local coffee shop.

I smirked as I read through my fake biography. It wasn't the best they had come up with but it would do. I had no scars except the one on the back of my neck from surgery so maybe the whole car accident thing wasn't the best idea but then again I was a master with getting rid of blemishes, it explains my flawless skin. Blaine doesn't know that but if he ever asks at least I had some type of excuse. I spent the next couple of hours reading through all of the information and staring maybe a little too long at the pictures. What? If you had seen what this guy looked like, you'd be staring twice as long as I did! After a long time of flipping through, I hurried to my bedroom to pack my suitcase, Hell, I was here a week and I didn't unpack anything. The Packing took a little longer than I had planned since I had to unpack everything then pack again.

I slipped into my pajamas and set my alarm for 5am. If I wanted time to take a shower, find a respectable outfit and carry out my entire moisturizing routine and still be at the airport by 7am I would have to get up earlier than normal.

The alarm was blaring in my ear when I woke up from my delightful slumber. I hadn't expected morning to come so quickly. My arms flew up into the air as I stretched and stumbled to the bathroom. The shower was freezing when I stepped in, but promptly became warm with a twist of the tap. I squirted some shampoo into my hand and massaged it into my scalp, humming and tapping my foot. It was only a matter of time before I was belting out lyrics to some old disco song.

"Baby! my heart is full of love and desire for you! Now come on down and do what you gotta do!" I shook my hips a bit and scrubbed my pale skin with the beat of the song.

"You started this fire down in my soul, now can't you see it's burning out of control!" I sang louder, washing away the soap and turning the water off. Feeling much more awake now, I pulled back the curtain and grabbed the towel hanging closely to the shower. I let the last phrase slip off my tongue as I advanced to the mirror to style my hair.

"Only your good lovin' can set me free... hey." I sang quieter, I already could tell today was going to be a good day. It took me three tries to decide on what outfit I wanted to wear. I finally decided on a white long sleeve, a grey vest, and my favourite pair of black super skinny jeans. What can I say? They make my ass look fantastic and if this guy was straight and my charm didn't "woo" him, these jeans would.

I hurried to the airport, placing a pair of aviators over my eyes and marching down the expressway which lead to the plane. Finally, I was in my seat and pulling my iPod from my pocket. I stuffed the ear buds in my ears and hit shuffle. Once the plane started to move, I let out a sigh and sunk back in my seat. It hadn't really hit me until now, that subject: Blaine Anderson, had been filed as "a bit of a challenge." God, that must mean there is something wrong with him in some way or another, and here I was thinking Blaine might as well be a supermodel or pose for playgirl. Or, He could just be a very good fighter. Hopefully that was the correct answer. I hated dealing with those people; it was exhausting.

When I arrived at Dayton International Airport, I waited for my luggage and hummed, still thinking about that song from earlier this morning. A smile was plastered to my face as I picked up my luggage and shoved my sunglasses back into my bag, making sure Blaine's file was still safely stored at the bottom of it.  I sauntered out of the airport, dragging my suitcase along with me until I came to stop at the side of the road. The ride I had arranged to be there, thankfully was. Stuffing my suitcase in the backseat but still clutching onto the strap of my shoulder bag, I got into the front seat and gave the driver a brief nod.

The man pulled over before we got to my temporary house for safety reasons. The door to the passenger side flew open and I swung my feet out onto the ground, clutching my bag possessively. I muttered a very short goodbye to the driver before slamming the door and heading down the street further until I reached the door of the same house I left a week ago. I sighed and unlocked the door, stepping inside and throwing my shoulder bag on the couch. I hurried to the bedroom and unpacked as quickly as possible, stuffing things into random drawers and cabinets. I hated packing and unpacking, absolutely hated it, but unfortunately it had to be done.

I need to get out of this house, and as quick as possible, I was already starting to feel stuffy and besides I could use some coffee right now.

"Don't look at me like that." I glared at the squirrel eying me from the trunk of a tree on my way to get coffee. I must have looked crazy talking to a squirrel, and I really wanted to believe nobody had saw me, but when I turned around there was a mother and two small children staring at me. Well two of them were, one was staring at the squirrel as if waiting for it to respond to my remark. I groaned and stuffed my hands into my pockets. I could see the familiar coffee shop from where I was, so I sped up my walking until I was so close I could have reached out and touched the shiny gold handle of the shop's door. Something stopped me though, my eyes shot into focus as I saw a man looking around cautiously before stepping into a taxi. I knew him from somewhere.

I began freaking out internally, thinking it might have been someone I had encountered on a previous hit. No, wait that wasn't it. I knew this man. Who was he?

Oh.

Oh.

Yes I definitely knew this man. 

"Blaine Anderson." I whispered and rushed towards the taxi knocking on the window rapidly and opening the door even faster, grinning at them both, making sure I showed my dimples.

"I am so sorry for intruding like this, but I'm kind of in a rush. If it's okay with you..." I gestured towards Anderson before continuing. "Could I slip in and we can split the pay?" I gave him my best puppy eyes.

He looked around, avoiding my eyes and nodded, pushing closer to the window as I moved in to sit down. I was bouncing up and down slightly while putting on my seatbelt. I looked up and smiled at him, sweeter this time and mouthed a "thank you." That was when I noticed his hands were shaking and his jaw was clenched so tight I could have sworn he did it for a living.

END OF CHAPTER 2